Saturday, June 27, 2009

It was 1983 or '84. The Jackson Five was doing a reunion tour.Cranky and I lived in Florida at the time, and I had a freelance job as a rock video reviewer for the local paper. Really. I was totally attuned to the MTVideos, 24/7. Michael Jackson was huge then, and I was not going to miss this show, even if we had to drive up to Jacksonville. ("Jacksonville!" Cute.)The show was great. Michael got star billing, and he did a wicked moonwalk.When it ended, they set off fireworks. Ooh. That meant as soon as the fireworks were over, there'd be an encore! You'd think.We didn't think.Cranky and I bolted out of our seats and dashed out into the completely deserted streets, on our way back to where we had parked.Just then, a big van careened around a corner, Hollywood movie style, all tilty and weavy and speedy.We were doomed.But it missed us, by inches. Zoom.You know what? We believe, to this day, it was carrying the Jacksons away from the arena, before the fans figured out they had Left The Building.And we also believe that if the van had hit us, it would never have stopped.Oh, and the picture? Lobster risotto for our 28th anniversary lunch today.

Aww! (I mean of course the reason for the risotto) But cute story. And wow: the very idea of going UP to Jacksonville! We're all glad the van missed.

Incidentally, all five of my bantam chicks have turned out to be boys, and one of them is a creamy white so I thought (before this week) that I would call them the Jackson Five, with little Michael in the lead, as he's the one who flies to the roof of the barn and crows. But now, well, now it's just too sad!

Glad that I found your relatively new gluten-free blog when you need to eat that way as well.I was so lucky to be diagnosed in March just when I could expect and grow the spring veggies that I love to ease the transition.Being gluten-free is not always easy, but it is not as hard as one may think...summer is an easy time to be gluten-free.

My local chef friends are anxious to meet the needs of gluten-free customers in many types of restos to make it easier to dine out. I am sure that there may be many in your area.Bonne chance...

Terrie: I have not been diagnosed. I'm just doing a home experiment, and I'm probably not even doing it right. You're right; it's not hard-hard, but it's different indeed. Merci.

Anita: You two too! xx

Zoomie: Yes! Cranky's lobster shell stock, with meaty leg bits. You remembered!You ever heard the folklore about a country we both lived in briefly that says "if you hit someone with your car, go back and run him over to make sure he's dead"? Presumably so you don't get sued? That's what that van would have done. :D

Just out of curiosity did I mention NSB previously? Because if not that would be one hell of a crazy coincidence considering that's where my sister lives and it's where I spend pretty much all my time while in Florida.

Weeeeird....

If not, maybe one day we can meet up and get tossed on wine at the Om Bar.

Who She?

I live a couple of miles from the Marin County Civic Center Farmers' Market, which feeds my little blogging hobby. Hell, it feeds me, too.
Formerly employed, I'm now a bum. Happy bum. Tomato ranchin' bum.
But I'm still mad.